Waking up in a new place was always disorienting, but for Tyson, it was often painful as well. His body seemed to be used to his bed's familiarity, to the comfort, so anything else was never enough.

However, this time, when Tyson opened his eyes to the unfamiliar room, he realized he felt pretty good. He wasn't sure if it had something to do with the fact that the beds were very comfortable. Or that he was more exhausted than he ever was before entering the crazy world of time travel.

Looking around, Tyson realized that he hadn't paid enough attention to their room to know if anything was disturbed while they slept. Thus, he checked to see if Marcus was okay and when he noted his friend's loud snoring, he proceeded to check his pockets.

To his relief, the money in his pockets didn't magically disappear, no matter the fact that it did seem to have magically appeared in the first place.

Feeling slightly better about their situation, Tyson started looking around to familiarize himself with their surroundings should they need to escape.

The regular-looking brown door and the white curtains that were hanging from the two windows didn't tell him much about the place they chose as their temporary home. At least he hoped it was for a short time since he was pretty sure that they didn't have enough money for a prolonged stay.

"Chocolate...mmm..." Marcus mumbled in his sleep.

"Even while asleep, all he is thinking about is food. I wish I was more like him. All of my dreams were horrible nightmares about getting lost in time and place forever or causing the end of the world," Tyson mumbled under his breath.

Slightly jealous of his friend, Tyson continued to take stock of his surroundings.

The old-fashioned brown furniture seemed to have been chosen to match the door and other decorative objects in the room. It surprised Tyson to see the attention they paid to decor since some of the places he had stayed in didn't really care about little things like that.

Still, all the small things that fitted perfectly made the place feel homey. And Tyson knew that if he were on vacation, he would have loved it. As it was, he felt a wave of odd anger towards the furniture, towards the people who had the luxury of not knowing what the future held. He was angry at everyone.

"Tyson..." Marcus said sleepily a few moments later.

"What?" Tyson responded far harsher than he intended.

"Wow, someone sure got up on the wrong side of the bed," Marcus said, rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about our situation," Tyson said, trying to reign in his senseless anger.

After all, he wasn't angry at Marcus. He was furious at their situation, at the inability to truly fix anything. For some reason, the comfortable look of the room rubbed him the wrong way since it made it crystal clear how uncomfortable their situation was.

"Talking about our situation, I think we should talk about the future," Marcus said, sounding more serious than Tyson expected.

"Well, I was thinking that we can check out the place where the portal spat us out and see if it appeared by any chance. If not, we can consider our next step then," Tyson said, working out the steps in his head as he spoke.

"No, no, man. I was talking about the more immediate future," Marcus said with an oddly excited look in his eyes.

"Huh?" Tyson asked, trying to decipher what Marcus was talking about.

"Breakfast, of course," Marcus said with an enormous grin on his face.

Tyson loudly smacked his forehead with his hand in frustration. It appeared as if nothing mattered to Marcus besides food in his belly. Moreover, having in mind Tyson's already foul mood, he had to make an utmost effort not to tell Marcus what he thought about his selfishness.

"Okay, let me just shake off sleep," Tyson said instead of many bad words he wanted to use.

Upon saying that, he proceeded to do some exercises in the hopes of not only waking up his body but also getting rid of the lingering anger. It was threatening to explode with each word his friend said, with each thing that reminded him of their plight.

"Also, although those sandwiches last night were great, I want to eat something else today," Marcus said, single-mindedly focused on the upcoming meal.

It was as if Marcus couldn't sense the waves of anger emanating from Tyson while he did pushups. He just assumed that Tyson's red face was a sign of physical exertion, not utter fury.

"Why?" Tyson managed to ask through gritted teeth.

"You know that I can't repeat the same meal twice in a row. I need variety to be able to enjoy the food fully," Marcus said as if that was the most natural thing in the world.

Tyson wanted to yell that diversity in their diet was the last of their problems. He wished he could shout to the world that Marcus was an idiot who always thought with his stomach rather than his head. So many things were trying to break through and lash out at Marcus, but Tyson did his best to keep them at bay, punching the air instead of his friend.

"Fine," Tyson said.

It was clear that his workout routine wouldn't remove the seed of anger taking root in his soul. Thus, he decided that fresh air might do him some good.

"Let's go," Tyson said.

Enthusiastic about the prospect of a delicious breakfast, Marcus jumped up eagerly, leading the way out of the room.

Although it was summertime, the morning was chilly. Brisk air gently stroked Tyson's skin, making him focus on only that sensation and forget about the monster that was anger. The beast was still there but tamed for the time being.

"Where do you want us to go?" Tyson asked, coming to terms with the fact that nothing would be done until Marcus was fed.

"We follow the super sniffer of course," Marcus said as if that was the most natural thing in the world.

"You do realize that you are not in a movie and that being able to sniff things out like that guy from that TV show you like isn't something that happens in real life, don't you?" Tyson said, irritation seeping into his voice against his will.

"Dude, did you forget that one time when we were on vacation and got lost how I perfectly sniffed out the food. I even led us all the way to the restaurant," Marcus said proudly.

"That was one time, Marcus! That doesn't make your nose any more sophisticated than that of the rest of humanity. Besides, it was barbeque. It's easy to smell it," Tyson couldn't help but point out.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't mind some barbecue for breakfast," Marcus said, his mouth salivating at the delicious idea.

"Fine, lead on, Mister Super Sniffer," Tyson said, imbuing as much sarcasm in his words as he could.

Marcus, however, took his words literally and started leading them down the street.

Ever so often, he would stop, sniff and then proceed with his quest.

Tyson found it rather embarrassing and unnecessary but chose not to say anything. He knew himself well enough to see that if he confronted Marcus about anything in the mood he was in, it would only lead to an argument. That was the last thing they needed.

"There!" Marcus suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the nearby building.

For a moment, he reminded Tyson of a dog pointing its snout straight to show the owner they have found their prey. However, to Tyson's surprise, Marcus was right, and he was suddenly engulfed in the mouthwatering smell of fried meat.

Before Tyson could do anything, Marcus rushed into the place, and all Tyson could do was follow close behind.

The moment Marcus was in, he started staring at people's plates, eating their food with his eyes.

"What are those?" Marcus asked especially fascinated by cylinder-shaped pieces of meat that adorned a man's plate.

"Ćevapi?" the man said, startled by Marcus.

"Come on, let's sit down before you scare someone to death," Tyson said, leading Marcus away.

"Fine, but I want ćevapi, whatever that is," Marcus said determinedly.

"Okay, okay, we'll get whatever you want! Let's just sit over there," Tyson said, heading towards the most secluded part of the restaurant.

Once they settled down, the agonizing moments for Tyson truly began as Marcus kept choosing what he would get and then quickly changing his mind. One thing he was sure he wanted was ćevapi.

So began the food adventure for Marcus and torture for Tyson.